Apocalypse

2: The Other Entrance

I turned around and saw a creeper standing directly behind me, tilting his head to take a bite of my neck.

It's breath was putrid, their crooked teeth stained orange from the feeding of animals.
I grabbed my knife out of my boot and sliced it's throat.

It stumbled back and came at me again.
I poised the knife in my hand and forced it into its bloodshot eye.

Blood pooled out of its socket as it fell to the ground.'

That's two within one hundred yards of other. Who knew how many others waited.

You have to kill it in the head.I don't know why but it's always the head. Everything just stuns them.

I walked along the fence line, my crossbow ready to shoot in case I encountered another.

The group of creepers followed me on the other side of the fence.

Then, I heard a clinking sound closer to camp. I aimed my arrow and walked up the slight hill. The clinking sound was the rope of cans we set up so we would know creepers are coming.

Tangled in the cans, was a small girl with her hair pulled back into two pigtails. Sores and blisters spread across her arm.

I aimed my crossbow at its head. It realized I was there and it turned around.

I couldn't pull the trigger. Not because it was a child, because it was my best friend.

Samantha Dalton. We were best friends in second grade. I can't believe she hasn't been silenced yet. Silencing is to kill them after they die. It had been almost fifteen years.

Then, the memories flooded back to me.

I was in second grade, it was March, we were learning our times tables.

Samantha and I were messing around as usual when we heard a crash from the window. A bloody grey hand stuck through the glass. Everyone screamed.

The teacher told us to go to the gym. Samantha was the first one out the door, her pigtails bobbing with her.

That's when I heard her scream and saw a creeper bite her stomach.

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I rocked myself on the ground and cried. Gunshots sounded from outside the door. I covered my ears. Zombies were banging on the bathroom door. I heard more gunshots closer to the door.

The banging stopped and a harder banging took it's place.

"Open up!"

I got up and opened the door.

Luther stood with a small pistol in his hand, a drop of blood glistening on his forehead.

I leaped into his big arms and he carried me into the hall.

Samantha laid on the ground, her small stomach ripped apart.

I couldn't shoot her. She started shuffling towards me. I had to remind myself she wasn't Samantha. She was a mindless zombie who's only goal was food.

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.
I walked over and she was in the same position she was in when she died.

I grabbed my arrow and went back to camp.

Luther was conversing with Jeff, Debbi's husband.

"Luther, we have a problem." I said.

He dismissed Jeff.

"What?"

"Three zombies within two hundred yards of each other. Who knows how many others wait."

"All right. I'll go check it out."

He started to walk away.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"No, Debbi needs you."

I rolled my eyes and walked down to the lake.

Debbi was sitting in the shallow water, holding her enlarged stomach.

"Hey." I smiled.

She smiled back.

"It's kicking." She said.

I put my hand on her stomach and felt a hard pulsing. I laughed.

"So Jeff and I have been thinking, we want to raise our child in a rich faith so we want you and Jim to be the godparents."

"Seriously?"

She nodded.

"Yeah! Of course! Thank you!"

I hugged her then went back to washing my arrows.

We sat there for a while talking about little stuff.

Debbi and I have been best friends all our lives. We were the only kids at camp for a while and we kept each other company.

Then, I heard a gunshot and a scream from the house.

I gave Debbi my knife. "Stay hidden."

I loaded an arrow into my bow and slowly walked up the hill.

On the porch of the main house, Rachel was fendng off a zombie with a stool.

"Get away!" She cried.

I aimed my bow and shot the creeper in the eye. It slumped lifelessly to the ground.

I ran up to the porch and pulled her into a hug.

She collapsed into tears on my shoulder.

"It's good, Debbi!" I called.

"What happened?" I whispered to her.

"I-I accidentally f-fired a gun a-and they c-came out of t-the trees." She sniffled.

I pulled her away from my chest.

"Stay inside. Lock the doors. Keep Debbi safe."

I took my arrows out of the creepers' eyes and walked towards the forest.

Either the boys were having a cook out, or they were dead.

I scanned the forest. No movement came from the trees.

I walked down to the fence and saw the same group of zombies from earlier, biting at the fence.

I scaled the fence line and still no sign of them.

Then, I felt breathing on the back of my neck.

I whipped around and Jim pulled me into a kiss.

I pulled away. "What the heck was that?! You scared the crap out of me!"

"C'mon babe. I wasn't that scary was I?" His dark brown buzz cut glistened with sweat.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Said it was better if we split up."

"Did everyone go?" I asked.

"All the guys, Lilac, and Lilly."

"Well two creepers just came up to the house." I said.

His brown eyes grew wide.

"We were down here the whole time. No creepers in sight."

"Well two almost just ate Whitney."

"Crap. Luther was worried about this." He rubbed his forehead.

"What?"

He looked up at me.

"He thinks there is another point of entry."